(Chapter 678: Post First, Revise Later)
The deity wearing the silver mask swiftly eradicated the remaining Demons as easily as one might brush crumbs from a dining table. Afterwards, He cast a brief glance at Lancelot and his companions, made no further sign, and walked directly to the female Demon, speaking with a cold tone:
"You should leave as well."
"Why?" the female Demon glowered at the expressionless silver mask, "I haven't broken any rules..."
"Because even if you had, I would not be able to hold you accountable," the Lord of the Dead said from on high, "If the rules cannot punish you, then you cannot ask for the protection of the rules. Leave now, dark Princess, this is the realm of the dead, you will find nothing here that will aid your schemes and ambitions."
"I was just here to relax," the beautiful bronze-skinned Fiend said nonchalantly with a shrug, "But since the host is unwelcoming, I must leave."
"Thank you."
